A short, non-traditionally-structured story about a boy coming of age and joining a self-condemned order of outlaw knights. Each knight swears to uphold tenets of their own making. Published in the anarchist surrealist journal Oystercatcher.
The day before my sixteenth summer, an Ilthurian came to Set Allowstone and saw me as a florist. At best, I was a witch’s boy; but Dam Seda rated lower than any witch I’d heard of in stories and to be frank even the midwives and healers in town only trusted her concoctions, not her spells or advice. More than potions, I sold flowers. Selling flowers, I assumed, was no way to impress a knight of the self-condemned order.